Good evening! I’m taking a quick break from packing up my closet (ugh) and driving my suitcases of clothes over to the new place.  And watching my beloved Orange trounce Providence!

Breakfast today was peanut butter toast (burned, of course, just the way I like it!) and a green banana.

 

I had another weird lunch today at work, due to a combination of being too busy and not very hungry.  Tomorrow will be better though, because I have a lunch meeting with Pot Belly catering! Definitely looking forward to that.

We’re trying to clean the freezer out of all of our leftovers before this weekend, so tonight was re-heated turkey chili.  (Check out this post for Spike’s semi-recipe.)  Chili is one of those things that tastes just as good out of the freezer as it does the night you make it.

On the side were more crackers and bread…gotta get my carbs in! 😉

I can’t wait to be fully moved into the new place next week, so we can go back to cooking (and posting) more interesting things.

I’ve avoided my duties for long enough, and LOST is on soon…so…Good night!

If you saw the pictures from Jules’ post Snowy Saturday, you won’t be surprised to learn that we were “snowed in” last night.  We couldn’t get out to our friends’ Superbowl party, or the feast that awaited us there.  Fortunately we knew this was a possibility, and had thawed out some frozen chili I made in December.  I call it “Evil Turkey Chili.”

Why evil turkey?  Don’t get me wrong; I like turkey as much as anyone.  But in a chili, turkey always seems a little bland.  So I make mine with bitter cocoa, a nice dark beer (e.g. chocolate stout), and several minced chipotle peppers in adobo sauce.  Chipotle peppers aren’t too terribly hot, but if you add way too much (as I have before), you’ll swear the chili is trying to kill you.  Hence the name.

And what better way to put out those flames than a good quality brew.  On Superbowl Sunday, no less.  I was lucky enough to find a Saranac winter mix pack the other day, so last night I tried their American Pale Ale, and was not disappointed.  Plenty of hops punch, which is just what I was in the mood for after Jules and I spent three hours digging our cars out of the snow.